Feliciano Vargas was never a shy person. Whether he knew someone for a year or for barely a second, he could strike up a conversation easy as pie. He could smooth talk the ladies, despite the fact that his head was in the clouds almost constantly. He was delightful to be around, always friendly and almost always talking, even though he got scared easily. So when he suddenly became quiet, rumors spread like wildfire. Questions were asked, but Feliciano assured his fellow classmates it was nothing. Soon enough, things returned to normal, only there was one thing. Feliciano stopped talking to Ludwig. Why was this odd? Well, they were only best friends, and had been for as long as people could remember at the Hetalia World School. And again, hushed rumors lit and hungrily devoured whatever kindling it got. This time, Feliciano had nothing to assure his classmates of. Whenever he was questioned, he would murmur a lie.

"We got into a fight…"

"It's nothing! Hah, he's just being quiet."

"Ah, ve, don't worry! Really, it's nothing."

Feliciano was a terrible liar, and he knew he was only helping the rumors when he responded to people. But what else was he going to do? If he didn't respond, that would just lead to the same fate! With a groan, he threw his head onto his desk, startling his cat, Gino, who was allowed to stay in his dorm. Gino let out a surprised meow, and then padded over to sniff at his owners head. "Ah… sorry Gino. I didn't mean to scare you,"

Gino purred and arched his back, eyes narrowing with pleasure as the young Italian gave him a thorough rub-down. Feliciano smiled. "Who's my good boy?" He cooed, scratching Gino under the chin. Apparently feeling satisfied, the cat then yawned and curled up right on the paper Feliciano had been working on. "Gino…!"

Feliciano sighed, attempting to remove the gold cat off his homework. After being poked and prodded enough, Gino stood up, giving his owner a dirty look as for being so disrespectful as to disturb his nap before he hopped off the desk and into a patch of sun, where he dozed off instead after giving himself a thorough bathing. Feliciano shook his head and turned back to his paper, smoothing out the edges. "Huh…"

As he picked up the pencil, he heard the door creak open and shut. "Oi, Feli!"

"Ah! Hi, Fratello!"

Feliciano jumped up and pushed his chair in upon hearing the shuffling of bags. He approached his sibling and took a grocery bag from him. "Thanks… those things are damn heavy." Lovino grunted. Exactly opposite of his brother, Lovino Vargas was, to put it lightly, rude to most people he met, minus the ladies. Feliciano set the bag near the fridge and turned back to Lovino, who set his own bad on the small bar that the dorm had, made out of that fake plastic wood. The eldest Vargas wheezed and rubbed his temple. "Alright, Feli, we need to have a talk," He said suddenly, glancing at Feliciano.

"Huh? W-what kind of talk?"

"Well, I've been hearing… rumors."

Feliciano jolted. "L-Lovi, it's nothing, really…"

Lovino's head shot up. "So there is something going on. What did that potato bastard do to you?"

He stepped towards Feliciano, who bit his lip. "…"

"Feli…" Lovino sighed, then calmed himself, and spoke coolly. "Feliciano, come on. Just…"

"A-alright! Fine. I'll tell you…"

Lovino's eyes seemed to light up as he led Feliciano to the small couch. Feliciano shuffled nervously.

"Well…"

A/N: I swear, I'm just sort of belting out these fics now, aren't I? XD And, don't worry… Germany didn't do anything real bad to Feli, I promise. For cereals.

Anyways, uh… I have to get this out of my system:

FRIGGING EARTHQUAKES IN OKLAHOMA AND I SWEAR I HATE AIRPLANES NOW BECAUSE THEY MAKE THE SAME RUMBLING NOISE AND IT MAKES ME ALL PARANOID.

*Sigh* Mmk, I'm done. We're just… used to tornados, not earthquakes.